Relax. Relate. Release.

If I Had A Rose

If I had a roseIt would sit inside a glassSteeped in the clearest waterBut dying, neverthelessEverydayIts petals would fall dailyTo drift slowly down onto the groundTheir final resting placeBeside the glassWhere their living counterpartsStill reside

Those fallen petals of the roseAre nothingButLittle fragments of beautyDestroyed and brokenLeft to gather dustDay by day my rose would witherLosing colour, losing blood

And the air, empty of its sweet scentWeeps for beauty fled with lifeTaking with itThe joy it bringsAnd leaving onlyMemoriesOf the joy that it once brought.

And if I had a roseI’d kill it before it diesLike I wish that I could kill loveBefore I can have a chance to cry.